The Taste of Copper

October 20, 2012
By RachelNarozniak GOLD, Allentown, New Jersey
RachelNarozniak GOLD, Allentown, New Jersey
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Though it was not a frequent habit of mine
I rifled through my pockets,
And found several pennies.
I released them into the water
Of a fountain, with a significance greater
Than their monetary value.
Your pockets
Were already filled with change that danced
And shook when you walked
So you found you did not need to collect
The wealth of the water.
And when your coins tarnished
And spilled onto the pavement
Lost among the curb
You returned to the fountain
Not to invest, but to collect what remained.
I had no more pennies left to give you.
But it did not help that I turned my pockets inside out anyway.

The author's comments:
No, this poem is not literally just about pennies.

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This article has 2 comments.

on Dec. 7 2012 at 8:14 pm
RachelNarozniak GOLD, Allentown, New Jersey
17 articles 0 photos 3 comments
Thank you for your kind words! I'm glad you enjoyed it!

on Dec. 4 2012 at 8:10 pm
Trace.C.Schuelke PLATINUM, Oshkosh, Wisconsin
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Favorite Quote:
"Secrets are secrets for a reason, and some do not wish to see them uncovered. Especially when the secrets are particularly unseemly..."

I think I can safely say I haven't read a poem with this concept before. It has a very unique air about it, and if you couple that with the simplistic, yet beautiful, way the words are weaved together, you have a great piece. Nice job.


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